Was this a dream? Two large hands greedily kneaded my breasts, squeezing them together before pulling them apart like cherished playthings. Thumbs and fingers pinched my nipples wickedly,tugging and teasing, each twist bringing a sting of pain mingled with a strange, unwanted pleasure that made my body arch involuntarily.
Was this really a dream? It felt so real, so depraved. The hands slipped between my thighs, rubbing insistently through the thin fabric of my panties. Suddenly, my hips were lifted, and the panties were torn away. Now I was fully exposed under his heated gaze. His fingers plunged straight into my core, stroking forcefully, reveling in the wetness that gathered there.
My breathing turned ragged and erratic. Awareness finally pierced the foggy haze. This wasn't a dream!
I snapped my eyes open. In the dim lamplight, I recognized the owner of those hands—Igor's familiar yet distorted face. He hovered over me, his lips curved in a wicked, devilish smile.
Igor!!!
"Igor? It's you? What the fuck are you doing here?!" I cried out in panic, pushing hard against his chest, trying to scramble away. But he was quicker—one hand clamped over my mouth while the other continued its assault on my core, fingers slipping in slyly, stirring the slick heat.
"You finally woke up, Elena." His deep voice rasped in my ear, thick with husky excitement. "But don't moan so sluttily. I know your little pussy is already drenched for me. If you scream too loud, that bastard Marco will hear."
His words seeped into my mind like poison, igniting fury and a cursed thrill. I twisted my body with all my strength, fighting back.
"Let me go! Igor, you bastard!" My muffled protests leaked through his palm.
Igor pressed down harder, his body pinning me completely. His fingers delved deeper inside me, thrusting faster and harder, hitting every sensitive spot, making my walls clench around them against my will.
"Baby, your struggling is so fucking sexy. The more you fight, the tighter your slutty pussy grips—sucking my fingers like it'll melt them."
I thrashed desperately, my arm knocking the bedside lamp off the nightstand. It crashed to the floor with a loud bang.
Igor chuckled softly. He slowly unzipped his pants, freeing his massive erection, swollen to its limit. It pressed against my entrance and thrust in relentlessly, the familiar fullness making me grit my teeth.
Just then, hurried footsteps echoed outside.
"Elena? Is everything okay?"
It was Marco—he must have been woken by the crash.
Igor kept his hand firmly over my mouth; I couldn't respond, only managing stifled grunts. His cock pumped inside me, each thrust making my body tremble.
Marco waited a moment without an answer, then pushed the door open—I'd forgotten to lock it! The room lights flicked on. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide, staring at us entangled on the bed.
Far from stopping, Igor drove his massive length into me even harder. He released his hand from my mouth, and my moans poured out uncontrollably.
"Ah... Igor, please... Don't do this!" My pleas broke apart under his relentless pounding.
Marco stood frozen at the door.
Igor finally stilled, turning to face him with a smug, provocative grin. My mind went blank, overwhelmed by endless shame and confusion.
Chapter Sixteen
Igor
"You fucking bastard!" Marco finally snapped out of his stupor, his roar loaded with rage. "You've already broken Elena's heart—how dare you show up again? What the hell gives you the right to treat her like this!"
Time was too short; I hadn't come yet. When I pulled my cock out of Elena, her pussy clung to me, greedy and wet. I got off her, and she instinctively yanked the blanket over herself, trying to hide her flushed, naked body.
"Right?" I stepped off the bed, turning to face Marco while I slowly zipped up my pants. "Who the fuck are you to question me? Elena's my woman."
Marco's face turned beet red, veins bulging on his forehead. "You son of a bitch!"
The words barely left his mouth before he charged, swinging a wild punch at my face.
Pathetic. This scrawny doctor thought he could hurt me? I'd clawed my way through the Bratva for years, killed more people than he'd ever saved.
